Amzar On Fire People!

I'm currently addicted to the Led Zeppelin :B Pix from http://www.metalsucks.net/2007/12/22/saturday-song-to-get-stoned-to-led-zeppelin-achilles-last-stand/

I'm not really fond of talking about politics. In other words, politics is not my thing. Simply because both the ruling party and the opposition are (quote this from Southpark) douchebags and turd sandwiches. One is corrupt and incompetent (though not overly), the other one instead of being given the position to make actual change in four fuckin states, only barks even louder than ever. And corrupt.

But if I need to choose to save my life, I'd go with BN simply because they ACTUALLY have substance in their promises, not over the top kinda promises, which shows they know their limit and being realistic. And also ACTUAL development, though kinda slow since Mahathir retired from office. Why not PR? Cos (I know this sounds poyo but it's my blog to write, so I don't care) being trained in the investment analysis school of thought, the PR don't have any track record that inspires confidence. They only talk WITH confidence, and talking is not a tangible prove of their worth.

Oh, not to forget, economic wise, our market is attractive to investors, driven by domestic stability which if another political tsunami takes place might jeopardize the state of corporations in the country, though the rakyat have to bear with the supply-side economics practiced by bini Najib's government at the moment (inflation, increasing personal tax level, though I would naturally be angry myself if the inflation rate is above 5% which is not normal by the IMF standard, which is thankfully not the case, yet). But we're doing better than most countries, and if we ever take into consideration what a government is for, what the most basic thing they should provide, which is security - physical, economic and social - we should be utterly pleased.

But being Malaysians who have been fed with so much good things in the past got many of them wanting more, and they want ridiculous stuffs too. Oh well, human beings are naturally greedy anyway. Like the corrupt politicians we've got to bear with. They are no different. And critisizing the government is not cool anymore, it's passe', when the opposition themselves are proving to be the same douchebags as the ruling party. I wouldn't want two douchebags ruling in succession. One is enough.

By the way, I saw a friend, Amzar, in a political cyber bashing session. I have to say, I'm impressed. Click to enlarge and be marveled by his tenacity.

...who would've thought ey??

The Year That Was - 2010

In keeping up with the tradition of this blog - which is to write a post to recap the stuffs that made the year memorable, as the final post of the year - I am now fending off my unnatural urge to sleep in spite of not being in the mood to blog at all.

**For future reference Zaid of the future, your sleeping pattern was disturbed and you should've been sleeping while you were posting this stuff at 9.15pm :| **

Since I'm kinda sleepy and there's not much time left until 2010 passes by under our pretty noses, I have elected to write a gung ho style post, highlighting my (somewhat deviated) journey to becoming a proper adult in 2010 into one single post. Unlike the previous years, I believe this one will be rather short. But who cares. Here goes :

January :

Malaysian politics is very colourful, it's blinding. And one of the reason was the hullabaloo surrounding the dispute whether the word Allah can be used in a Christian publication in Malaysia. I was engaged in a cyber war with a senior from my uni regarding the issue, and I was surprised as to how smart I can be in my reasoning skills. Refer to my January 8th post and marvel at my smarty-panty-ness in the dialog attached if you have a lot of time to kill.

I was also in the middle of a cross road back then, when I was contemplating to either continue

my studies in the UK, or continue my degree locally and grad one semester ear

lier. I chose the later, and I'm not regretting the decision. Though the only way now if I am to want to continue abroad is to study my ass off (again), get a stellar CGPA and do my masters there (and getting a scholarship). Masters? Yea rite...

February :

World peace is hard to achieve when there's a feeling of dislike towards one another, mutually or otherwise. And I have my own list of people I don't like in my life (aka enemies), and one of them made a return to the place he was not meant to be, where I thought I had seen the last of him a couple of months before. Need a clue? He's the closest resemblance to a swine in the whole batch physically and such an attention whore.

I had a very cool lecturer who taught me presentation skills that semester, Mr Azahari. He looks like Ramli Sarip and has a good sense of humour. I like him, I wanna be like him.

February was also the month where I genuinely fell in love with a girl while taking the train

home. She's from Kemunting.

And I discovered the joy of wintermelon juice :B

March :

I was planning to celebrate my 22nd birthday at The Curve, enjoying the tunes from Kings of Convenience as they toured to our country during my birthday. It was not to be as I had to join a "Personal Development" trip (it's a course work at the same time), and Encik Roslan Ariff will forever be remembered for taking KOC away from me.

I also discovered that Nasi Putih Daging Merah tastes like feet.

April :

Miss Syikin who taught me Corporate Finance sent me a facebook PM telling me to actually start studying during the final weeks leading up to the final exams. Kinda disturbing.

May :

I was experimenting whether discipline is part of my trait or I'm a complete asshole by dragging myself into a mess called a to-do list, which is inspired by Mike Gayle's book of the same title. Which I haven't finished reading yet. Until now. And about the list itself, it has 79 items in it, created to keep me occupied with stuffs that supposedly make me a functioning adult and to spend time better during the May/June semester break. And in spite of bringing the list forward to the Nov/Dec holiday plan, I still haven't gotten half of them settled with yet. Aih~

June :

The World Cup was boring. The Vuvuzela single handedly destroyed the World Cup with the nonsensical monotonous din coming out from the stuff for the entire 90 minutes of each game (barring the Diego Forlan goal, Uruguay vs South Africa), and the entirety of the tournament. I wasn't even bothered to watch it on TV because of the noise. The worst World Cup I've ever seen in my 22 years of living. And Italy sucked.

Then there was this problem where the UiTM server went nuts and I (and thousands

other)had to wait till the next day after the supposed date where the final exam results should came out cos of technical problems.

July :

Discovered that Nazrullah from Marketing is a super hero as he single handedly drove the legendary white Nissan (or was it a Ford?) van around Kedah/parts of Penang (air panas, air terjun, shopping mall) from Friday noon to morning the next day. The van had 15 passengers (I think) and popular belief suggests that Naz stayed up for 22 hours straight!

August :

Not much that I can remember.

September :

Got a car. Hyundai i10. Baby Milmo arrived! :D

October :

Baby Milmo's first scratch.

Second solo trip to Langkawi. And if not for Wan, the trip would've been a one day retreat to paradise. Instead, I had to spend a night there as we missed the ferry, and a few hundred ringgit more.

November :

Got a first hand experience of being a flood victim. No clean water supply forced me into taking drastic actions such as skipping baths and being stinky. And trying not to poo took it's toll too. And it all hapened during the final exams.

Wikileaks has become a diplomatic land mine as sensitive issues such as security and Anwar Ibrahim being gay are leaked.

ISP Liability Act suddenly ruffles my ass feathers and many others as the parliament might discuss it and pass the act, and rob us of internet freedom we've been enjoying for the past 10 years.

December :

Got into a fight with some Indon people on Twitter after the 3-0 drubbing of Indon by Malaysia in the first leg of the AFF Suzuki Cup and at the same time, discovered the joy of using twitter. It was fun when the most the Indon die hards could do was sitting in front of their PCs threatening to kill me with their self-consoling retorts.

Malaysia won the cup and Khairul Fahmi is now the craze of a few thousand shameless Malaysian females.

Alright now, gotta sleep. :B

I Am A Flood Victim

No clean water, and I can't bathe and shyte in peace, and I can't cook maggie mee.
I am running out of food stocks and almost every shops are closed. I'm starving.
I am running out of phone credit and I can't call my mama.My car is running out of petrol so it's hard to go places without fear of the car stopping midway, and I can't even get out of Arau cos the flood is blocking all the roads to Kangar/other places with a petrol station.
That, and I need to stretch my RM7 until tomorrow evening at the very least cos I'm running out of cash :B
And I have an exam (Malaysian Derivatives) tomorrow morning.

I am now officially (and for the first time) a flood victim. Damn!

This is what I intend to put in my Facebook status. But Facebook said the maximum I can put in a status is 420 characters. This is 600++ characters.

I just bought 2 rolls of tissue paper so that I can wipe my arse tomorrow if need be, cos there is no clean water coming out of the taps. Or any other taps in Arau. And oh, I have 3 weeks worth of laundry to settle, and I can bet my car that the laundry shops are closed. I have a feeling I will not bathe today and even tomorrow.

I'm gonna stink.

P/s : Pictures taken without permission from Kopi O Ais.

Pak Din and Andrey Arshavin Once Said That the Bad Drivers Are the...

Due to the (admittedly) insensitive nature of the post under the same title, and the fact that my blog has become surprisingly popular and reaches far and wide, including the intended target of my post, the original post has been removed after 12 hours in cyberspace, to avoid further conflict and as a demonstration of peace.

To the person concerned, thank you very much for the ice-cream, I love Cornetto, and if possible, I would love to make it up to you by asking you out to dinner. No, I do not want the money for the car scratch, because my dad said it was ok. The only reason I went high and mighty in my ranting was that I was in the mood for angry upsetness towards a kampung midget I am currently having issues with. And that person is not you.

Gambar raya. Maaf zahir dan batin.

Again, I'm sorry. I don't think words are enough to express how I feel, so I dedicate this video to express how sorry I am.

Btw, I still think Pak Din and Andrey Arshavin were right. (To avoid controversy, not all) female drivers are bad drivers. Cheers! :D

*The original post is now being kept as a draft for future reference. Probably when I am old and only have memories left to resort to keep me smiling. The post is retrievable upon request, though to avoid further conflict, only those I trust will be granted permission.

**Apparently, 1/3 of people are excited about the fact that today is 10/10/10. Our national space tourist weds today. I didn't know being a space tourist can give you celebrity status.

This is the Period Where People Will Go Crazy.

"Dear friends, I might not be able to see off the week after this for I am now a target of a kill fest extravaganza. I might be murdered anytime next week by tests and assignments. I have nothing to giveaway for inheritance except for a bloody load of money in my ASB and in several other bank accounts. And a car :B"

23 September at 6.02pm

"Zaid Bin Mohamad is trying to convince himself that assignments and tests are beneficial to his future, and the tree logging industry :B "

26 September at 10.32am

"Tens and thousands of forest trees are being logged down everyday worldwide and for what? To torture the young fragile innocent minds of students everywhere?? Oh c'mon! Fuck you ISLM! Fuck you in the name of environment!! "

Thursday at 11.45am (30/10/2010)

" I studied like hell, sat for the paper, and I left feeling screwed up. Could've got the same result if I didn't study anyway. fml... "

Thursday at 10.21pm (30/10/2010)

The stuff up here are some of the most recent facebook rantings I have posted over the past week. Basically, these statuses tells a story of my university-life cycle. And this is the part nearing the end of the cycle. I call it the crunch time period, where people basically go crazy. Or at least I do :B

The reason why is because this is the part during every semester where tests and assignments pile up and work in tandem to kill off whatever that have left of me after the tedious mid sem exams. Test after test, over complicated assignments and overall horror makes up the theme of this period I am suffering in at the moment.

Now, I have just screwed up 2 papers, another one test coming up on Monday night and I have yet to start prepping up for that one, I have managed to get rid off a few assignments though one super big one is yet to be completed due next Thursday, and I still haven't been given the needed input from group members for Monetary Economics presentation. There's a trip I need to be part of come next next week and another 2 tests coming up around that time as well!

In short, I hate this period of over-activity. I hate tests and assignments. How about you?

"Wildlife habitat is rapidly being destroyed worldwide due to tree logging for paper and construction industry, and for development. Cute mammals like these baby orang utans are at the brink of extinction. I think. Boycott exams, save trees!"

Moving on to the other news, I'm single again, ladies! :B

To Ikha.

The first time I saw you this semester I knew that I love you.

I remember the time when I was walking past you countless times at Mushroom, and the time when I saw you and your friends going to class while I was hanging out with my friends at the foyer at HEP.

And also that time when I was waiting for a friend at Bank Islam during some carnival I fail to recall, only to tell her that I wanna wait there longer at the bank just to catch a further glimpse of your face (you were behind her at the ATM queue), and of course at Oren while I was having lunch with my friends. And I remember that whenever I looked into your eyes during those times, you would offer me a smile that melts me deep inside. And I'd happily smile back in return, grateful to have you acknowledging my existence. That few seconds of contact for me was magic.

That's when I realised that this is it, you're the one for me.

Without doubt, because of your smile, I had a huge crush on you babe. THAT huge! Which every time I saw you, I felt the urge to go straight to you and ask for your number, and your name, so that I can text you and later tell you of my feeling towards you which I can't help concealing anymore. But somehow, each and every time that chance of seeing you arose, cowardice failed me. But really, I was desperate to at least know your name, which had been a question lingering over my head for over a month.

That was about to change. The day I saw you with your friend Riri that Wednesday evening at the Ramadan bazaar at Mushroom gave me the drive to go that extra mile. You wore a pink top that day babe, and your smile was as sweet as the jagung madu :P

I decided to make contact with you no matter what, and so I searched for you on facebook. I remember Riri and so I was scouring through her friends list from A to Z, searching for that smile that captivated me, that lovely face that has been etching deep in my mind for over a month. They say perseverance is key to success, perhaps that is indeed the case. And finally that Wednesday evening, I knew the name of the person I have fallen for.

Zulaikha Zainal Abidin, this is my story...

World Cup Winners Spain, Imam Muda, Gang-Trip, Naz the Hero and other Assorted Ramblings.

I seem to have a problem of keeping my blog active.

You see, those bloggers with 200++ followers I believe tend to have an unhealthy tendencies of blogging every day - posting useless stuffs such as uploading sexually suggestive pictures of themselves licking a sundae at one of the few hundred McD's in the country to writing friendship/romantic poems that rival the great Shakespeare in the sense that they are hard to understand - and of course, "blogwalking", which is a new word I picked up earlier this year for people with no life or those who are close to commit suicide out of boredom, stalking other people's blog and leaving comments on your blog while making shameless plugs for others to visit, which I can shamelessly admit of doing so sometimes at those blogs owned by some *coughs* hot chicks. :B

But at least I didn't do it everyday...

Anyways, back to the mission of trying to prolong the longetivity of this blog, I have decided to go gung-ho in this post by "updating" you Zaid of the future, and of course to his 18++ followers (and those who I will shamelessly tag on facebook), on whatever things I'll be posting in right about now...

1. Spain won the World Cup 5 days ago and the entire event saw several stars announcing their presence in the world stage. Mesut Ozil and Kaisuke Honda are just 2 of the names that might be in hot pursuit of a few hundred thousand "Football Managers" worldwide when the next edition of FM comes out. But one star in particular is nontransferable - at least not in the celebrated football management simulation - which is Paul the Psychic seafood, which as of yesterday or so just transferred to a Madrid zoo in an exchange of another animal and a few cash. The octopus endured a lot in this year's World Cup; it managed to predict 8 games straight correctly and survived countless death threats along the way; from being "properly" beaten and cooked by an Argentinian celebrity chef in his cooking show to being publicly barbecued by angry Germans and to being transferred into a tank of sharks.
2. For 2 weeks, I still have yet to get my class and course registration problem sorted. I, Zaid Mohamad would like to blame the bloody UiTM computer system for responding like a battered snail on stout cos it took me forever to access whatever server they offer us to get our registration settled. I would also like to blame the (20k++ thousand) new students who I assume have caused the "traffic-jams" in the system. And not to forget, the new KP for causing confusions of perilous proportion, causing irreversible damage to my morale for the new semester by separating me with my "gang" and having me to make do with Pingu for yet presumably another miserable semester.
3. "Hello! I think I like you still. Any chance this time around? I love your specs". - What do you look for in a woman? Do you look for someone who is motherly or someone who wears nice specs? Or someone who can bake cheesecakes?
4. Had a gang-trip to a waterfall in Lata Mengkuang (sp?) last Friday. I was wearing the kopiah my mom bought me from Uzbekistan and together with Topek, we managed to scare the shit out of this pair of love birds whom we assumed were making underwater sexual act. They immediately left the water upon seeing my colourful kopiah head and even offered us a senyum kambing, filled with guilt. I still feel good about it, Imam Muda will be proud of me.
5. Watched Despicable Me in SP and I give it a 3.5/5. An excellent movie for the family. But some Indian parents left their noisy Indian children to roam around the place as if it's a nursery or sorts. Or were they making sex at the back? Imam Muda should be alert about this!
6. Right after that, mighty Naz drove all 14 of us to a hot spring which Ain and Wawa told me is a place very near to Kulim. We arrived there around 2.30am and the place was awesome. Though the sights of the much sought after steamy moments of couples engaging in steamy sexual acts are few and mild at best, the steamy water and good company pretty much made up for the disappointment. Mighty Naz then went on to drive again the legendary white Ford (or was it a Nissan?) van despite the obvious lack of sleep (popular belief suggests he stayed up for 22 hours) and all 15 of us arrived safely in Araustralia around 9am. We were lost along the way before we reached "home", though.
7. I've been living on potato and corn chips for the past 3 days. The addiction returns... And oh! Twisties' Bolognese&Cheese Onion is A.W.E.S.O.M.E.!!!!
8. Underwear is for losers who pretend that they fight for freedom without actually practicing it.
9. As of 12am today, the price of petrol has gone up by 5 cents per litre and the IMF projection for inflation in ACP (average consumer price) for this year of 2% might be an understatement. I expect more when the IMF staff revised their projection come September. This year might be the highest since Pak Lah went nuts by increasing the petrol price and affected the price of goods to a whooping 5.4% inflation rate in 2008. (Average inflation rate since the 1997 crisis was 2-3% based on IMF and the CIA World Factbook). We need subsidies still lar Najib. We produce oil maaa...

The closest resemblance of the van that took us around Kedah.

Imam Muda is 3rd from left. And mighty Naz is avoiding the B.O. from Topek's stinky armpits.

4 Years Ago.

Almost exactly 4 years ago, I was in KMK.
I was lost in the midst of a grueling 8-hour lectures, labs and tutorials, the alienating feeling of Kelantanism, the amazing combo of ikan jeket and air paip for lunch and dinner, and the miserable lab reports that seemed to be a never ending horror. And as of July 5th that year, mid sem exam did not even fear half of my butt chic.
And I was lamenting the need for the library to block Friendster (remember that thing?).
There was a chick from life science, she's cute but she had a small line of mustache on her lips. Or something like that.

Almost exactly 4 years ago, it was a World Cup year.
Kaka was still an AC Milan player, and Dida was the undisputed number 1. Made-in-Inter Calciopoli was being investigated by the court, and clubs fear of being penalized.
Italy started their World Cup campaign in the usual slow manner, and gathered momentum as the the tournament progressed. They played extremely well, and defensively Italian - Buffon only conceded 2 goals; an own-goal and a penalty - and Canavarro was Baresi and Gattuso was a beast.

4 years on, I'm about to return to my Arau campus.
Lectures, lab and tutorials won't steal away 8 hours of my life every weekdays there, the number of Kelantanese people I have to deal with is enough to make them feel that THEY are the aliens, ikan jaket and air paip is now consigned to the far-away history of my personal dark age, and I have no lab reports to deal with whatsoever. Hell, I don't even have lab in the first place. Though finance assignments might affect my frail health again come next semester.
Friendster is now ancient history as Facebook and last.fm make headways, and I have my own personal broadband that blocks nothing on the web whatsoever.
There's a girl, she was in a different class last semester. She looks decent and seamlessly stole my heart. I still can't get her out of my system.

4 years on, it's another World Cup year.
Kaka is now a Real Madrid player, and Dida returns to Brazil. Inter the cheater capitalized on the Calciopoli that wrongfully affected her other rivals, and has now built a strong team. Indeed, because of Calciopoli.
Italy started their World Cup campaign slowly, only to fail to gather momentum and stumbled at the first hurdle. Defensively Italy were not being Italian, Buffon was injured - Machetti conceded 4 of the 5 goals mostly from set pieces - Canavarro played like a retired star on an exhibition match, and Gattuso only had his facial hair to show that he is still a beast. Inter Milan failed to provide a single Italian of note who can contribute greatly for the national team. Apart from Calciopoli, Inter's lack of Italian players in the first team did Italy a disservice.


Posts from 4 years ago...

http://nosurprises2.blogspot.com/2006/06/world-cup.html
http://nosurprises2.blogspot.com/2006/07/5-minutes.html
http://nosurprises2.blogspot.com/2006/07/shoot-me.html
http://nosurprises2.blogspot.com/2006/07/untitled-1.html

World Cup Fever Does Not Cause You to Have A Rise in Body Temperature, And Women in football Jerseys Look Hot!

Ok, I'm busy. And I haven't updated anything blog-worthy of late.

Though I do have many things to say, yet the feeling of wanting to put my thoughts on screen is rather taxing. Which gives an impression that I'm rather lazy. Haih.

In the meantime, as a way to analyze my academic progress, barring the last 2 sems, I bring you Zaid of the future, your result for semester 3.



Which brings us to this...

1. It was stated that the result will come out at 12pm on June 10th, right after the Senate meeting. Whatever that meeting is about, they should have discussed about the UiTM server problem which caused thousands of UiTM students to stare at the screen in desperation, failing to even access their own student portal so that they can check their exam results. And it remained that way for about 12 hours plus, much to the horror of these people.
   
2. It also led to a bunch of frustrated UiTM kids to create a facebook protest group, venting their anger at the social networking site. I lost the link to the group.
   
3. I am not a part of that group.
4. It took away most people's feeling of preresult-release anxiety and changed it with sheer feeling of frustration which usually leads to expletive-rich grumblings.
   
5. Deep inside I was planning to murder whoever responsible for this.
   

The World Cup started 2-days back. And it somehow led me to these thoughts...

1. Women in football jerseys look hot!
2. Don't ever challenge a bunch of Brazilians to a game of park football. Ever.
3. The vuvuzella should be banned. Or else I have to watch the games in mute.
4. Come to think of it, if your girlfriend likes football, you're a happy couple.
5. Maradona is a walrus.
6. I should start playing "real" football. Dah lama tak main...
   

Not exactly football jerseys but these are fine saucy footy chicks ey? Another reason to support the Italians! FORZA ITALIAAA!!! I love you Italia chicks!!! xD

THIS is what I meant by jerseys :B

I don't think I have made any significant progress to my 79-item to-do list. So many still, yet so little time... damn!

And I think I've lost my writing skills...

Ladies and Gentlemen, Enter The List!

"Realise that you've got a problem"

- Mike Gayle, The To-Do List

Dear all,

After four-and-a-half months of studying, lepaking, ogling at chicks, sleeping, facebooking till 3am, and went crazy trying to meet assignment deadlines and topping it all with a miserable run of final exams, I, Zaid Mohamad feels that I richly deserve a good 2 months break from anything related to studying the balance sheet, analyzing corporate finance and understanding research methodology. I'm planning to laze around the house and be completely useless.

At least, that was the plan.

But as I grow older and being 22, somehow I feel that I need to make myself more productive. In a sense that I should be doing stuffs that matters to myself. That can make my life better, even a tad bit. And that, by doing so I can actually pave my way through to becoming a proper adult, hopefully by 30. In a nutshell, I'm doing this so that I won't be putting my holidays to waste.

So now I have come to a conclusion that it's about time I joined the world of fully functioning adults - on a temporary basis at least - as of today I will be undertaking a 79-item To-Do List which I plan to have completed by July 5th (or so, till my semester break ends). So that I can in the future look back at this semester break as being the more/most productive than the past few semester breaks before it and make my transition to being a proper adult without suffering from much shocks and difficulties.

And the reason I tagged you lot to this blog post is to give me the inspiration and motivation to succeed, knowing full well that should I fail in completing a minimum of 50 tasks, I will look like a complete and utter buffoon in front of you all and will afford you the right to mock me to within an inch of my life.

See you all soon.

Zaid Mohamad.

The Semester Break Holiday To-Do List!

1. Clear the desk so that you can actually put your laptop on it.
2. Arrange my bags, books and stuffs on my desks and shelves in my room into something resembling an order.
3. Restring both guitars...
4. And relearn how to play them (and break the 'tone-deaf' ceiling).
5. Talk to those people you haven't spoken to in YM/Facebook.
6. Clear my music library from broken-files songs/ songs that I accidently downloaded twice.
7. Learn basic Italian.
8. Download Google Earth...
9. And Windows Live Messenger.
10. Get rid of useless files and downloads from the hard drive.
11. Expand vocabulary (one word per day).
12. Arrange my academic/co-curricular certificates into chronological order and put it in a file.
13. Work out how to make function the laptop camera and mic with Windows 7.
14. Do something with Winamp music library artist organisation.
15. Learn to cook proper food.
16. Keep hair as long as possible.
17. Come up with a 5 year plan.
18. Learn to identify plants/vegetables/shrubs.
19. Go jogging.
20. Find more news on scholarships.
21. Learn how to use Adobe Photoshop.
22. Plan a final meet up with the DIIA kids before or after convo.
23. Remove my name from all emails newsletters subsription services that I unwisely signed up for.
24. Keep up with current affairs.
25. Create a new email with a proper name for official use.
26. Establish yourself at the last.fm forums.
27. Brush up your fardhu-ain knowledge.
28. Delete useless emails/junkmails and keep them organised.
29. Make it a habit to check your email everyday.
30. Learn to appreciate Metallica.
31. Go to mosque for regular daily prayer (that is, barring the Friday prayer).
32. Get a proper IQ test...
33. And personality test...
34. And career test.
35. Try to appreciate Pulp Fiction.
36. Give Harry Potter a chance.
37. Watch American Beauty...
38. And Juno...
39. And In Bruges...
40. And Leon...
41. And Pineapple Express...
42. And Rec...
43. And 500 Days of Summer...
44. And This is England...
45. And Role Models.
46. Learn to curb my tendencies in using "..." in writing messages...
47. And learn how to write a proper sentence.
48. Give PJ Harvey a second chance...
49. And Tori Amos' Boys for Pele...
50. And Pizicatto 5.
51. Try to understand George Carlin's jokes.
52. Learn a dance move just in case I might need them in the future.
53. Find out how the capital market responds to different economic indicators.
54. Try to like reading BNM/Bursa Malaysia/Economic sites.
55. Decide if you're really ever going to watch Bangkok Dangerous...
56. And Initial-D...
57. And Inkheart...
58. And Fight Club.
59. Know about the solar system.
60. Know who's who in the government.
61. Find missing CDS like Oasis' What's the Story [Morning Glory?]...
62. And Audioslave...
63. And The Darkness' Permission to Land.
64. Catch up with Bonana...
65. And Tun Syakirin...
66. And Hafiz...
67. And Syarku+Mimi+Anas.
68. Ask Faiq to save me a pair of Arau Open T-Shirt+goody bag.
69. Investigate what exactly does a remisier/dealer/broker do.
70. Play chess more.
71. Relearn chess moves and strategies.
72. Stop eating McDonald's. Or have once/month max.
73. Get a girlfriend so that she can give your life purpose and make you more organised.
    
74. Learn how to impress girls.
75. Have a indie-music moment.
76. Join the library.
77. Sample every nasi kandar restaurants in town.
78. Register myself with the Suruhanjaya Pilihan Raya so that I'll be eligible to cast some undi-rosak in the next election.
79. Watch every World Cup game without fail.
    

The Passive Aggressor and to my Blog Groupie Tyah

Listening to : Radiohead's Hail to the Thief album
Watching : How I Met Your Mother Season 4 episode 22
Playing : Facebook Chess
Reading : QMT notes. Just finished exam maa...


Today I decided to be a passive aggressor for once.

You see, since I find that this type - the passive aggressors - can be found in my facebook(and rather easily at that), posting well-rehearsed retorts without mentioning anyone by name almost daily, it got me thinking that if I am to vent my anger in a sentence so vague yet full of emo teenage-angst without anyone ever noticing who the sentence is intended like most girls I saw on facebook, I might find joy.

Except that, I don't want to be one of those girls (and boys) cause I have a certain code of conduct to follow. And of course, the luxury of having a blog means that I'm not obliged to follow the facebook codes I have set myself, cause for a blog with a pitiful web-traffic record such as this (not overly pitiful actually ;D), I have the freedom to write nonsense such as this very post here, yet can be rest assured that no one cares.

That fella should wear this once a while...

Apparently, a self-proclaimed hensem fat pig had ruffled my beautiful ass feathers for quite a long while now thus warranting himself a precious space in this blog due to him being the saddest, attention-seeking, mr-suave-wannabe poser I've ever seen. And that in itself is a great achievement cause I rarely talk about anyone else except myself in this blog.

And with that, I shall be like them passive aggressors, trash-talking in a manner where no one understands except for those with a lot of time to kill. Or the person's own self. Nevertheless, I shall start now...

Today I was offered a rather unpleasant view of having to watch a breakaway fat-camp trainee who stands as tall as the many girls' shoulders he's being a dedicated "Mr Cabby" to, passing by my air space. That, and the fact that he wasn't alone in getting my personal air-traffic controllers in my head working overtime in clearing the air space around me from visual pollution got me irked. Cause that person he was around was a certain someone that I'm kinda having a small crush at.

Which rekindled my itch to give him a fine flying kick to his bollocks to knock him some senses for his never say die attitude due to his unmatching sense of narcissism or "perasan bagus" attitude and his fine Gummy Bear physique.

Physique-wise, he's Mommy Gummi.

It's like watching a arrogant purple dinosaur driver who dubbed himself Barney Cool sticking desperately like a magnet to whichever chicks around, which really is not cool by any stretch from a proper, non-attention-whoring sense.

I wouldn't be this high and mighty if not for his discriminative treatment on pretty girls and his own guy friends, which makes him a royal douche. That and his poser attitude makes him a likeable hate figure due to him being a piggy-physique eksyen-kamen perasan macho nak mampos!

And really, he's not hot, for whatever outfit he wears to a dinner function, he just resembled a sticky gucci-shorty-piggy-sticker, sticking to girls in a failed attempt to look macho (read: having girls around him makes him feel macho). And the most recent one, he resembled a penguin lost in a tropical red carpet glamour. He could've stayed around longer, but I guess he realised that he failed to shine.

And he doesn't have anyone to hang around with him voluntarily... or so I suppose.
For someone like him, he should realise that he doesn't deserve to act like he does. For whatever "I should just be myself, wtf should I care?" crap he might wanna retort at, this guy only deserves to be thought on how to behave proper and control his "gartey punani-ness"... Or learn some good PR practice cause his type will not earn him his much craved after pop shots. Cause really, he's a sad guy for being a guy he is.

Everyone at the table hate you man!

He should just better off home wanking on a couch or being his much beloved Mr Cabby to neighbourhood girls... Frankly speaking, and without doubt, I like the way things went before his untimely comeback.


TO ATIYYAH JAMIL : I've been tagged, YAY!!!! But I don't have a camera phone, and my bags mostly have notes and books. Nothing interesting there. Well, maybe cept for a pack of maggi mee in a plastic bag on my shelf :B
But thanks for the tag still! Love yah! Muuuuuaaaaxxxx!!!! xD

It's Already April!!!!

And the finals are coming to get you soon!!!

HELPPPP!!!

Oh well, I still have time to rant, and here goes :

1. Miss Cikin sent me a fb msg which read "Exam : Read textbook n do past year exam quest". Yes, it doesn't sound like a proper sentence, but still it's quite disturbing to receive a PM from a lecturer telling you to actually start STUDYING!
2. I realized that cycling at night is fun.
3. Tests and assignments do not just kill the human kind in the long run (read- it is scientifically proven that stress leads to diseases and reduce one's life span) , they kill trees too, in the short run. :B
4. This is cheesy, but we wore blue today!!! Yay!!!
   
5. I need to ask my parents to get me a car, if I score a DL. I just need one mama!!! Mamaaaa can larrrr!!!
   
6. My laptop's WMP library has gone haywire. I'm finding it hard to get it sorted out, I might just give up.
7. I'm planning to make a super complete check list that will make my life more meaningful just like the one in Mike Gayle's The To-Do List. And complete the tasks in it. >.<
8. Procrastination hampers progress. It does!
   
9. I had my 3-weeks worth of laundry sent to Umie for washing a couple of days ago and now my wardrobe smells of floral detergent. And I'm happy :D
10. I still haven't paid the graduation fees, haven't done the clearance, and still thinking of which elective subject to choose from. Need to get these sorted out quick. By 10pm today perhaps? Do not procrastinate Zaid!
11. Faye Wong is perhaps the Chinese equivalent of Bjork or Tori Amos. Her brand of music is amazing!
12. I just bought a pack of cereal drinks. Should have thought of buying them way earlier in the semester so that I won't get myself starved during untimely moments.

I'm sooo addicted to this song!

There's a Game On Facebook Called Aquarium or Something...

So many fish there in the sea;
You wanted him,
He wanted me...

And I wanted you...


Altered a little from the song Automatic Stop - The Strokes


I'm not feeling entirely down at the moment. Despite tons of assignments, read - FMI (due next week), CF (presentation on April Fool's Day, handover of assignment on the next Monday by 12), QMT test on Sunday, RM the next day and RM super assignment before the finals - I'm not feeling bad, albeit a little bit.

I think that in the future, our grand kids will uncover that tests and assignments are the ones that contribute to global warming. Imagine all those trees being murdered so that lousy novels like the twilight saga get printed out and college students all around the world got their live span reduced while bravely battling out in exam halls and meeting deadlines...

Haih, time to get serious with work...


You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see...

Nasi Putih Daging Merah

... tastes like shyte! The worst RM3.80 ever spent!

In another news, I have FMI and CF assignments due next week, Arabic speaking test and video act due next month, QMT test on 3/4, CF test on I dunno when, CF presentation on Thursday next week, RM test sometime next month and RM super assignment due sometime before 15/4. This is sure as hell will going to be the most taxing couple of weeks this year...

Ladies and gentlemen, enter The Inter Galactic Super Busy Period Fuck The Wayyy!!!

MAY GOD HELP US ALL!!!

I Want To Go To You

Zaid of the future, at this point you were writing this post using microsoft word on a UiTM bus, on your way back from the presumably horrible Personal Development trip at Morib (which proved to be mildly otherwise, thank God), nursing rather painful shots on your right arm from paintball quietly at the back of the bus. Listening to Sufjan Stevens after watching a Russell Peters rerun and waiting desperately for your facebook home to finish uploading its content with about a hundred updates waiting to be responded at, due to the ridiculously poor internet speed that could have challenged the legendary dial-up, and win in straight sets. And in the safe knowledge that you have just missed Kings of Convenience live at The Curve and one of the many girls you were having a terrible crush this year (and somehow she knows it) has been avoiding any contact with you–eye, conversation, etc -

The personality test I took while I was at Morib says that I’m a “lover”. She happens to be in the same group. I think I fall in love rather easily. Is this some kind of mental illness I'm having for falling in too easily??? Coz I think, I love her... Help me. Please?

A down-sized photo art of "I Want To Go To You" by Seanfl. My top 3 deviantart favs.

My Birthday is in 5 Days People!!!

In 5 days I will turn 22. In 5 days, I'll be leaving for Pantai Morib. In 5 days, I won't be able to assure myself that what I'll face there is anything of passable substance.

For whatever self enriching personal development topics that I've gone through in MGTxxx class, I still feel it doesn't bode well with my principals and nature in regards to the trip.

No, I don't like being in a bus for 5 hours, I'll get dizzy. I don't like being away from cyberspace for not longer than 2 days coz I'm addicted to it. I don't like living in dorms, I just hate it. I don't like (being shot at) paintball. I don't like having to sacrifice my dignity just to entertain some random kids with a talentless display of lip syncing Hindi songs on stage. Or giving motivational speech since I myself am not motivated to go for the trip. I don't like doing something I'm not in total command of, especially during my birthday!!!

I JUST WANNA WATCH KINGS OF CONVENIENCE WITHOUT ALL THIS CRAPS DAMNIT!!!

So this time around, there will - of course - not be any birthday bash. Because of the trip to Morib. But still, since I tagged you guys into reading this piece of crap, I am having (a glimmer of) hope to at least have half of my birthday wishlist this year delivered/done/given/made/etc... to me, by you guys instead of egging me in a public display of brutality(which I managed to avoid last year due to people having forgotten my existence, and birthday). Btw, here goes :

1. A long sleeved shirt for paintball. Neither orange nor yellow in colour. (shirt and stuff)
2. Sony Ericsson(sp?) W-595. That same exact model and colour which got stolen by a certain celaka last year. (gadgets)
3. A jade choker. I lost mine. (accessories)
4. New strings for my electric guitar. Dah berkarat teruk dah!
   
5. A new pair of pristine white flip flops. (accessories)
6. Sigur Ros' Heima DVD. Orang kata the packaging is awesome and the album overall got a 4.5 at sputnikmusic. (music)
7. Money
8. Dan Brown's The Solomon Temple (books)
9. Awek. Aku single lagi. (orang)
10. Ticket and ride to watch Kings of Convenience Live at Bentley Music Auditorium at The Curve on 21/3 (gigs)
11. Fresh undies. Mine's getting old. (shirt and stuff)
12. A sassy cute chic to spend the night with (definitely not getting one...)
    
13. Delicious, nutritious, non-poisonous MEALS (realise the capital S in it?) (free food)
14. Next month's FHM (magz)
15. Hamba abdi (orang)
16. A watch. The ones with cool design. I don't mind cheap ones.(accessories)
17. Stockings (accessories)
    
18. A leather jacket so girls will go wild and for other guys to get jealous at. Or a body fit punyer sweater macam orang skarang slalu pakai. (accessories)
19. Lene Marlin. I want her to perform in my bedroom. Tak pon Wondergirls!!! xD
20. Trip to Iceland. (pictured above)
21. Deodorant, shower gel. Nak habis dah (toiletries)
    
22. A cap (accessories)
23. Audrey Niffenegger's The Time Traveler's Wife (books)
    
24. A fridge to store my food (electrical appliances)
25. A 80GB minimum external hard disk(electronics)

Tu dia aih! List panjang gedabak!!! But in the end, trip kena pegi jugak... kan bes kalau trip cancel tapi still boleh clear markah PD tu kannn???


p/s : It has been 3 days now since I last had water running in my bathroom. Which also means that I haven't shyte for the past 3 days. Though there's water downstairs, I don't feel like doing business down there. It's just that I don't feel proper. But somehow, I can't keep it in any longer. It's time to get the bike...

Just to Let You Know

I'm a fan of the tv series Blackadder. So it is only natural of me to scour the realm of the cyberspace - ruled only by the FBI, google, and of course in some countries like our ungrateful neighbour of the south Singapore; the media censorship agency (haha!) - to find Blackadder related stuff. And I stumbled upon this gem which I should've had the wisdom to be amazed by its very existence three years ago while I was still not affected by a mild bipolar disorder born out of continuous mental agony suffered in the el-nino stricken state of Perlis (on which its very existence challenges the logic). But it's better late than never, no?

It's the holidays. It's mid term break actually. So in keeping with the tradition to keep the students busy during their mid term breaks; assignments of various forms and shapes are brought home by us students (I set aside 2 bags, one exclusively for homeworks) with the intention to get it done, or half done, given by lecturers eager to stamp their mark in the annals of "how-to-destroy-those-kids-holidays". That said, I better off doing my assignments which is still not even 10% done (at the time of press). Oh, and I have 23 credit hours for this semester.

If you have been stalking my fb (or I tagged you in my fb note) in the past 5 days, you will know that I'm in love with a girl from Kemunting (excuse the cheesyness), had a great chat with her and I made the elementary mistake of forgetting to ask for her number. But I've devised a master plan. I remembered that she said she is directing a screenplay due to be staged in March. So she must be a member of the Drama Club. And so, I shall sacrifice my Friday evening to find her, wherever she may be (most prolly at Dewan Baru)... I ride a bicycle to class, this should be easy!

A couple of weeks back I joined the guys from A class for a BBQ at Gua Kelam (it was my first visit - which given that I've been living in the tiny state of Perlis for 3 long years - a surprise) , and an evening retail therapy at Padang Besar. My only verdict is that, WE SHOULD DO THIS EVERY MONTH GUYS!!!


Went to kakak Syariza's wedding with Mimi and Sharku. I ate too much that day I felt my tummy bloating, waiting to get the organs inside to make their way out in a horror display of tummy explosion. What made it worse is that we didn't just go to the kenduri. We went to Pizza Hut at Kulim Mall only to be amazed at how those two can find space in their tummy for delicious looking spaghettis... Ok perhaps, they didn't eat as much as I did during the kenduri.


I'm contemplating in lodging a police report on those kids behind my house row who are firing those loud firecrackers on the ground that they contribute to sound pollution and possession of contraband.

The Girl From Kemunting

NOTE : It is best if you play this song while reading this post to invoke the romantic nature of this post. Whatever that means...


I had a great chat with a wonderful girl while on the way back home from Arau two nights ago.

It all started when I boarded the KTM train, with a no-seat-guaranteed written on its ticket. Which got me kinda confused at how things go at KTM. They can sell tickets to those returning to anywhere but Kedah/Penang a few weeks earlier and those returning to the said destinations can only buy the ticket on boarding day!? WTF??? Which guarantees a no-seat trip, and leg cramps - to Alor Setar at least.

But I was lucky to meet Jeha - an ACELS member during my time as president (kena mention ke??? xD) - who generously gave away her seat to me so that she can seat with her bf (eh?); after noticing I was standing like a tortured soul whose having leg cramps for about 1 hour, and staring at her like a possessed cayote desperate to get his arse sitting.

I would like to say thank you.

And so, I was seating at her place. Right next to a decent looking chick (score!), but she was sleeping, but she looks sooo cute while sleeping T.T... and so, I laid my boney arse into the surprisingly comfy chair, and somehow I woke her up from her sleep... like... alamak!

But somehow, after a few odd minutes, we chat... out of boredom of not being able to sleep and in her case - returning to sleep. And from then on I realised how pure and sincere this girl is, unlike most girls I see back in campus who are mostly posers who fancy the US version of mamak stall - starbucks - or any other Israel financiers and machine-made designer labels and act sif they're super hot. She is different and in fact, from how I see it, has a very strong personality, and she's fun to be with!

So she's a part 2 agro student from Kemunting. Her name is Mira and she's third in the family, and she lives with her young and sporting stepmom together with 7 other siblings. Her dad died last year, years after her mom's, but somehow I see that she got over it very well, as if she has got used to it. She's smart, she knows what she is talking about and she almost scored a dean's list last sem! Apart from the fact that she's kinda hot and single, I clearly think I've met my match. It was the best chat I've had in a while and the usually long hours in the train felt very short.

And I forgot to ask for her number :B



But I shall try! This could be one of those how-I-met -your-mother/romantic valentine's day story!
... and whenever I hear this song, I remember her.

Happy Chinese New Year!

I See the Return of al-Fetto Drebo Gartay Punani

Zaid of the future, this is the period where you re-realised that your swine-physique debtor of a five score (in Malaysian monetary value) -which has gone a notch north thinking that you're giving him a NPL- who poses as a desperate stylissimo-wannabe is indeed the al-Fetto Drebo Gartay Punani.

And he's making a comeback!

Seriously, I can't find anyone as pathetic and sorry such as the poser. Look closer into the mirror, get smart and be like one if the worldly riches (which I believe is his ultimate goal) is what he wanted. And instead of acting like a super-liquid girl magnet who "par-tays" till dawn, buying unmatched pricey wears and vehemently wanting to be known as that "cool kid", its a billion times better if he takes out some of his supposedly fat wallet and make that long-overdued dues, shed the attention-whoring and perform his prayers. And really, it got my attention that the girls (my juniors especially) whom he has been their motor slave not too long ago (and still is) are just hanging around your bulging belly due to your daddy's toy. With all honesty, my juniors themselves said that!

Such lowlife. You gucci swine...

not much difference from the actual person; picture from http://sgforums.com/forums/1189/topics/235425

... and suddenly, I'm bitching like a 16-yo girl! WTF!!!??? XD
... and indeed, it is my intention to make this post as in-understandable as possible! BWAHAHAHA

In other news, I'm now officially a part time tuition teacher teaching UPSR and SPM kids English. And I have PD test tonight. :B

I Had Lunch at Juliana and I Saw This...

"Dyesebel and Fredo, mermaid and man, love each another against all odds in this quaintly Filipino story." - the star online

You can follow the show at 2pm, ASTRO Prima on tuesdays.

Ever watched a foreign tv show where you won't bother understanding the cheesy storyline, trying to make sense of something (obviously) illogical, and just marvel at the hotness of the smoking hot asian chicks wearing sexually suggestive mermaid-costumes (got the hint?) for a full one hour without bother reading a single word from the subs (they speak filipino) while eating nasik paprik?

Well, I have.

And apparently, if you follow this link you will learn that the tv series (and the hot chicks) are making wave internationally, making it one of the most successful filipino tv series ever!

I don't have class this evening due to the lecturers having a meeting with the new VC. Though there's a chance the RM class will still go as usual, I'm still hell bent not to attend the class at 4:30 even if there's any. MUAHAHAHAHA!!!


Thank you.